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DEXTER?

I just finished watching Season 1 of Dexter and I'm speechless, I don't know what to say, but wholey shit. I want to see more of this, I can't wait until I get Season 2. I don't get Showtime and now I wish I did because damn this kills every cop show on cable, No Contest! Right? From the first episode I was hooked. This is now my favorite show and I don't care what anyone says. This show is a Blood Thirsty Masterpiece. It is hard to hate this killer because he is so perfect in my eyes, Dexter Morgan is everything I want in a TV show. Michael C. Hall is the fucking best Actor. I'm so mad at myself for never watching this show, even online. I made a grave mistake, but I am catching up. I know I said that I'm a Supernatural Fan, but I think I found something that blows past that. Maybe if Supernatural was on Showtime or HBO they would be able to spread their wings creatively. I can't hate them for that, that also doesn't change the fact that Dexter's writing is "How can I say it's fucking awesome." As a everyday cable TV watcher it is hard to get used to only getting 12 episodes in a season, but right now that doesn't really matter to me. From just watching the first Season It makes me want to start writing myself. If you like a great cop show that has a little twist to it (Dexter Morgan is a Blood Spatter Analyst during the day and a Murder by night)If you haven't seen this show yet check it out!

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